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Stitched Memories Part 1- III

"I'm so sorry... Kila..."

My best friend lay in a cold, bleak hospital room in Hatori's office. The white of the sheets almost matched the paleness of her skin. I'm not sure if it was pale because of the loss of blood or pale because of what Akito had done to her before I had gotten there. A large bruise on the left cheek had formed and was now swelling.

Master and Hatori had been taking care of her, I hadn't been allowed to see her yesterday. I didn't sleep last night, I was much too worried to sleep. I beat myself up about it, about how I had been so heartless to just... to just let her go like that. I should have stayed awake long enough to make sure she forgave me afterall. Now... now who knew what would happen? I was almost certain her memories would be erased now, Akito wouldn't like it any other way. Stupid Akito.

She didn't wake up. I would've stayed longer, but master insisted that we go home and come back in the morning. I was too tired to object. I slept that night, but my dreams were nightmares and I was restless. I woke early and got ready to see Kila. I didn't want her to be alone, especially if her memories were erased. Master and I both went back to see her, but I went into the room alone at first. I looked at her tiny form, still as pale as ever, but alive. Even if she was hurt, at least she was alive.

"Kila?" I whispered hoarsely, "It's okay... you can wake up now... I'm sorry... I'm sorry I said such mean words to you, I mean... it was wrong of me and you didn't mean too... I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you... like the big brother you think me to be. Just please wake up now, okay? Don't... don't leave me like my mom... please don't..." I took her hand, "I don't want to be alone."

I looked away from her, trying not to cry. But I did cry, silent tears, I never liked crying. It made me feel weak, not strong enough. I began to make whimpering noises, which I scolded myself for. While attempting to hold in the whimpers, I ended up up coughing. I buried my head in my arms which were on the bed. Pressing to try and muffle the sound of my sobs. 'Stop crying! You're being weak and stupid!' I hissed at myself, but it only seemed to make things worse.

"I'm sorry..."

My head jerked up, despite the tears that shone in my eyes. Kila had awoken, her eyes open wide with their own tears trickling down her cheeks. But something was missing... Her skin was just as pale as it had been before, so I guessed that it wasn't from loss of blood. It was her eyes, something was missing from her eyes. The light that normally came through from the green optics, it was gone. More tears came from her.

"I'm sorry Kyo, I don't mean to cause you pain. I didn't think I was, but now you're crying and it's my fault! It's all my fault!"

I had nothing to say. Here was the girl who I had hurt, who I had wanted to apologize to... she was saying sorry to me. Blaming herself, for making me cry. "No... Kila, that's not-"
"It's my fault! I'm sorry, Kyo!" she broke down sobbing and I could do nothing to comfort her.
I frowned, "Kila you idiot! It's not your fault okay? It's that rat's fault!"

It didn't seem to help her any, although she stopped crying, she continued to blame herself for everything. I didn't expect this to happen when she woke up. My worst case scenario consisted of her not forgiving me, but this was definately worse than that.

A week later she was released from Hatori's care and into ours. Before we left, he took me aside and told me a story. He told me the story of himself and Kana. As I listened, my heart dropped, I didn't want to... I didn't want to listen. Master, Kila, and I walked home in silence. 'Do the right thing Kyo... don't make her suffer.' that's what Hatori told me. I don't want her to suffer... I don't...

For the next two months, Kila slowly changed. She rarely smiled and when she did I could see that it was forced. Whenever she did something wrong or just caused me to tense, she would burst into tears and apologize over and over again. She blamed herself for my unhappiness all the time. I could see Hatori watching me, waiting for me to go and ask for her memories to be erased... to save her from her inner torment. Even master began persuading me to do so. I couldn't take it. I had to end it. It tore me apart to watch her destroy herself like this.

One day, three months after the incident, I took her aside. She had delved into silence, which broke me, for she would neither talk, laugh, play, or be the lively girl she once was. She simply watched me, with those wide wondering eyes of hers. I did what Hatori had done with me and I told her the story of Kana. She never once questioned me or interupted, Kila just listened intently, hanging off of every word.

"Kila..." I didn't know what to say next, "They... they say you're sick... but it's not something that can be treated with medicine... They say that you're very sick, Kila..."
She stared at me, waiting for me to continue, I did so. "There is a way to make you better, but I don't want to resolve to that." A look of probing thought crossed her face, yet she said nothing. "Kila, please... what did he say to you?"
This struck something, immediately her body became rigid and tense, I tried to ignore it. "What did Akito say to you? What did he tell you? Please Kila... it will help."
"I..." her voice was soft, barely audible, "...I can't..."
"Yes, you can."
"N-no... please... don't. I can't... I just can't tell you..."

I knew Hatori or Shigure or someone was probably listening in, so I had to convince her quickly. "Kila! You have to tell me what he said! If you don't, you'll end up like Kana! Do you want that? Do you!" Angry, bitter tears came up behind my eyes, "Don't you understand! You're tearing yourself apart! I hate seeing you like this! This isn't how you're supposed to be... You aren't... you..." Kila stared at me with wide eyes of understanding, she knew what had to be done now. "Do you want your memories to be erased? Is that what you want? Because that's what's going to happen if you don't stop beating yourself up on this. Whatever Akito said was a lie! Okay? Please... don't be like this, Kila."

"K... Kyokyo..." I could see the tears streaming down her face, she was scared, "I... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I don't want to put you through this... It's my fault you're upset. I deserve to suffer."

I stared at her, unable to say anything. Footsteps approached the door. I clenched my fists and then looked away from her. 'How can she still blame herself?'

"No..." The door slid open.

"No." He stepped inside.

"No!" Kila looked up in fear at who had come in. "No! Wait, please! I... I'm sorry! I don't want my memories to be erased! Please don't! I want my memories! I want them!"

I stared at her in disbelief, she had suddenly gone from blaming herself to realizing what was going to happen. She realized that her memories of me would no longer exist if she kept this up. She was being selfish, for the first time in her life... she was truly being selfish. But wasn't I also? If I had been trying so hard to make her stop blaming herself, to stop her pain, just so she could stay with me. I too was being selfish.

"I'll try harder I promise! I promise! Just don't erase my memories! I want to keep them! No matter how sad or painful. I want them!" Kila was reduced to tears, then before I knew it... she had flung herself onto me, embracing me, not wanting to let go. I was a small orange cat, in the arms of my best friend who would leave me soon.

"Akito's orders..."

Hatori allowed me to transform back to my human form before he erased her memories. Her tears had yet to cease, I held mine in. I had to be strong for her.

"Kyo?" I looked to her, "You're my best friend and always will be... I mean... even if I can't remember you up here-" she pointed to her head, then lowered her hand to her heart, "-you'll always be here."

With that, a flash of light blinded my vision and a limp body slumped to the floor. She was gone.

The next few days were a blur to me. Kila was adopted by some family who lived three cities away. Master filled out all the required paperwork while I watched him, I stayed home from school all month. She stayed in Hatori's office and wasn't permitted to leave. It didn't really matter much to her. Momiji said that she slept most of the time anyway, he was only allowed there since Hatori babysat him sometimes.

The day she officially left me, it was raining. I was exhausted and would rather be in bed, but I had to see her leave. I stayed in my room, but watched from the window as a car pulled up. Master, Hatori, and a strange couple talked for a little while, Kila sat in the back seat. In her arms was that stupid stuffed cat, I remember hearing her say that she wouldn't pack it away. Finally, the couple got in the car and I watched them drive away until even the red tail lights disappeared behind a sheet of rain. I know.


A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update! I had research paper I had to do before spring break and of course... I left it to the last minute. Well, this is the last chapter of Kyo's memories! So now I'll start the story up in present time. It will take place two weeks after the anime ended, so Tohru knows about Kyo's true form and stuff. I hope to update by Wednesday or Thursday. By Friday at the latest. Well until then... cookies for everyone!